The Mehliad

Chapter 50
Continuing the tale of young Dan Fogelberg (no not that one), who fell asleep in a storm and woke in a fantastical, creepy land. Beyond that, your guess is as good as ours.

“You,” I said to the squirming ball of dickslugs, “It was you Overlords the entire time!”

“No, Dan Fogelberg, you still don’t understand,” the voice echoed through the chamber around us. “We are no mere Overlords.”

“Well then what are you?”

“We are Overlord Prime.”

“What do you want?”

“To be alpha and omega. To consume all. To be the only entity in existence. To that end, thank you for your cooperation. You have led us to far-flung corners of this world, making it easy to acquire more souls.”

“I’m not helping you! How have you been following me?”

“The cookie.”

“What cookie?”

“The chip in your head,” the reply hung like smoke in the air between Aoelh and I. “Your ally Geoff gave us insight into your every move when he implanted the chip while you slept.” I could feel the rage building in my throat.

“So he did work for you.”

“No. Geoff was a well-meaning patsy. He believed in the goal of making life easier for the citizens of Monolito through gentrifying every continent and homogenizing them into one singular entity. No passports, no currency exchanges, no competing interests. Your accusation hurt him, and his anger led to his death. But he was no spy.”

“Oh,” I said, my voice cracking, “oh shit.”